The man's voice was low and cold: "Who rented the six rooms?"
Although Jinyiwei dared to provoke anyone except the emperor, if he met a relative of the emperor, he was not afraid but did not want to cause trouble.
After hearing this, the waiter immediately said: "It was rented by a large family passing by here. There are many female relatives, including an old lady, two younger brothers, two young ladies and a madam. The younger brother immediately went to ask , can you free up a room?"
Xining continued to roll his eyes, and now basically said everything. Jinyiwei was not built, so he quietly found out who was staying.
Unexpectedly, the man with the embroidered spring knife at his waist said: "It's just one room, no need to disturb the people."
"Yes!" The man bowed and accepted the order, then turned to the waiter and said, "Then let's take four rooms."
Xining immediately turned around, and before he reached the room, he met Fu Rong who was returning from pouring water and holding an empty wooden basin.
Furong asked strangely: "Miss, why did you come out?"
Xining quickly pulled Furong into the room and closed the door. At this time, a dark figure had already gone up the stairs. He should have seen her profile for a moment, and Fleur, who had not entered the room.
The speed is so fast, from the downstairs to the dozens of stairs upstairs, you can reach it in the blink of an eye. Obviously the other party should already know something...
After closing the door, Furong still asked in confusion: "Miss, what's wrong?"
Xining felt his heart pounding, but he quickly calmed down and lowered his voice: "Jin Yiwei."
"Ah?" Furong cried out, covering her mouth with her hands and trembling all over. He grabbed her sleeve and said, "Miss, what should I do?"
what to do? Who knows what to do?
He has been a royal guard for decades. He stomps his feet in the palace and makes the whole court and the public tremble. Regardless of whether they are relatives of the emperor, generals or ministers, or those in purple and red robes, as long as they are found to be treasonous, they will be skinned and stripped, their homes will be confiscated and three clans will be exterminated, and tens of thousands of people will not be killed in any case.
Not to mention the little girl Furong, even Minister Humerus changed his expression after hearing this.
Xining calmed down, sat down and thought for a while: "Go to my mother and tell her that Jin Yiwei is also staying at this inn, and ask everyone to be careful and keep their mouth shut. Maybe it's something else, maybe it happened by chance. . It is up to my mother to decide whether to tell the old lady or not."
The old lady has been worried and scared all day today. If there is more stimulation, maybe a handful of old bones will not be able to survive.
Fu Rong lay at the door and listened secretly. When there was no sound outside, she opened the door and walked out. She stood on tiptoes and walked quickly to the eldest lady's room next door.
It was okay at Madam Zhao's place, but there was the sound of breaking porcelain from Aunt Zhao's place, and Aunt Zhao was so frightened that she dropped the teacup.
Xining covered his forehead. No matter whether he said it or not, Jin Yiwei should have faced a large group of them anyway. The worst case scenario is that he will be caught and sent back to the capital to be imprisoned. After staying in the Imperial City Prison for more than a month, he was exiled. At least the most important one, the fourth sister of the body owner, should not be able to encounter bandits or refugees and die after her fate changes.
At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Xining was shocked to see a black figure standing at the door.
The dim candlelight made his ghost-like figure look increasingly cold, and he felt a cold air pouring in from his body.
He stepped in, his face illuminated by the candlelight in the room. He was probably in his early twenties, and he was actually handsome, but he had an aura of killing and cruelty that made him shudder just looking at him.
Xining plucked up the courage and stood up: "Did the young master go to the wrong room? This room belongs to the little girl."
Damn it, why does your voice sound a little shaky when you speak?
Mo Ming: "Hmph, you are too weak, so your own thoughts cannot suppress the subconscious inner fluctuations of the body owner."
Oh, Mo Ming came out, and she hurriedly asked for help: "Think of a way quickly, how to do this? Don't ask me to kill him, I don't have the ability."
Mo Ming: "Hey, you also know that the best way is to kill him?"
Xining: "If you kill one of them, there are four more outside. What should I do?"
Mo Ming: "Do you blame me? Why don't I give you the task of a female killer next time?"
Xining: "No! I'd better find a way myself."
Mo Ming: "Actually, besides killing him, there is another way..."
Xining restrained herself from getting angry: "Did you sleep with him?"
Mo Ming: "It seems you are not stupid, you are a teachable child."
I'll teach you how to do it. Either do it or sleep it off. Isn't there any other way? You can tell at a glance that this is not a serious system.
Mo Ming: "I am a very serious system, and I am super strong. If I hadn't encountered such a weakling..."
Shut up! Xining interrupted: "If you don't want me to die, you can continue."
In the dim room, the other person's complexion was as white as porcelain, and those dark eyes were sharp and deep. As he walked slowly, he said in a quiet voice, his voice as calm as water without any emotion: "The legitimate daughter of Gu Tingrui, the Minister of Rites, and the eldest daughter of the Gu family, Gu Wanxin."
Sure enough, they had already found out what they were and they even knew her name.
While speaking, I was close to him, only one step away.
Although Gu Tingrui's height is as average as his talent, Xu Guogong is the queen of the general family, and both men and women in the family are tall. As the legitimate daughter of Xu Guogong, the eldest lady's figure was almost similar to that of Gu Tingrui, while Gu Yuanxin's figure followed that of her mother, almost similar to that of an ordinary man. But most of the Jin Yiwei were tall. Standing in front of this guy, Xining actually felt that he was petite and needed to look up.
Looking at the other person condescendingly, his thin angular lips pursed slightly, and his bright and deep eyes made it difficult to see what the other person was thinking. But it always felt like he was waiting for her, waiting for her to be so scared that she would kneel down and beg for mercy.
Xining really felt that his legs were weak. If the body owner was present, he would have collapsed to the ground with fear.
She held up her knees, which were almost bent, and smiled lightly: "Oh, it seems you went to the right room, Mr. Jin Yiwei."
His eyes glanced at the Xiuchun Knife on the opponent's waist. Although the black floor-length cloak covered his whole body, from the outline under the cloak, he could still tell that the opponent's right hand was already on the handle of the knife hanging on his left waist.
At this time, they were all defensive, because they were facing a fifteen-year-old harem girl.
Even if she wanted to draw her knife and kill this guy, she couldn't.
Mo Ming: "The dog jumps over the wall when he is anxious. Even if he is only seven or eight years old, as long as he can move, he must be on guard. Since you still want to kill him, I suggest you not draw the knife and use the gold hairpin on your head."
Get lost.
Mo Ming: "If you don't want to seize the knife, why do you want to look at the other person's knife?"
At this time, the other party stretched out his hand and gently pulled out the golden hairpin from her head. The movement was light and did not mess up her bun at all.
Holding it in your hands, the well-made gold hairpin can become a weapon that can pierce the throat and pierce the heart.
He held the golden hairpin in his left hand, as if toying with it and admired it, and said quietly: "It's very delicate."
Although Gu Tingrui is only the Minister of Rites, the food and clothing expenses of the Gu family are almost the same as those of the county prince, and the jewelry is all of the highest quality. But that’s not the problem. You take the hairpin, but why is the knife still held in your right hand?
